The island that loomed in the distance just off the shore of the rock garden near where they had been staying over the last few weeks and finally she had given into the temptation to go explore it. She had noticed that in the low tide a land bridge revealed itself and made the island fairly accessible even though the water was far too cold to risk swimming it. She brought Alastor with her, leaving the pups under the watchful magenta gaze of her handmaiden, and they went out to explore the large, mountainous island. It was certainly a striking landscape if nothing else and it peaked her interest. It didn't take long after a bit of hiking around a rocky mountainside to catch the scent of some prey and she started moving toward it, knowing Alastor was always up for a hunt even without asking. After a bit of tracking she spotted them - the mountain goats that clearly called these mountains home. She glanced back at her husband with a grin, giving him a nod toward the nimble creatures with a raised, white-marked brow.

Manea | Temno | Ciemny

Alastor was always game for going on trips with Manea, especially when it came to scoping out locations for their forever home and the site of their pack. So when she had come to him asking to accompany her on an excursion to the island just off the northern shore, he was eager and ready to go! Their children were left to play in the snow with Irilyth watching them while he and his wife set off for the island. Fortunately, the tide was low when they arrived, and the land bridge was easily accessible. A short trek across it and and the Mendaciums found themselves on the shore of the large island dotted by several sizable mountains. It was cold with the winter and snow covered the rocky terrain, but he imagined the climate would be more temperate in the warmth of spring and summer, since they hadn't quite reached the northern province of Boreas yet.

Alastor surveyed the landscape with intrigue and curiosity, following Manea while they hiked up from the rocky shore and onto the island's interior. He wasn't paying much attention to where Manea was leading them until she paused so abruptly that he bumped into her rear end with a soft "oof". He turned confused obsidian eyes to her, then followed her nod to the herd of mountain goats. He saw the prey animals, saw his wife's grin and raised brow, and he knew. A toothy grin slowly spread across the brute's face. "Oh, you know it!" he remarked, then turned steely eyes back to the goats. The terrain they were on was more of a plain than a hill, so launching into a full-tilt sprint at them was easy.

Alastor was quiet as he made his charge, but gave a vicious snarl when he came upon the unaware creatures. He lunged for the nearest goat, snatching it up by the neck as it gave a terrified bleat and then slamming it down into the hard ground with such force that he felt the bones in its neck all dislocate, killing it immediately.


"Alastor"

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A grin pulled across her features as Alastor immediately agreed without hesitation. She knew her husband inside and out by now and if there was one thing she knew about him it was his willingness to jump into a hunt just at the mention of it. His enthusiasm over it always got her excited as well and as soon as he charged forward toward their new targets she took off with him. She bounded forward beside him, separating off slightly to give them both a bit of space to work and just as he latched his jaws onto his first kill she jumped forward and hooked her claws into one of the goats that was trying to make a hasty retreat. She clamped her jaws hard onto the back of its neck as she shoved the smaller animal to the ground, biting down hard and giving a hard twist to swiftly snap its neck. Its flailing body gave out immediately and it died shortly after, but she had already dropped it and was bounding off toward another of the prey animals before it was fully gone.

Manea | Temno | Ciemny

Alastor dropped the crumpled and broken body of the goat he'd killed and instead watched Manea as she ran down one of the fleeing goats and ended its life just as swiftly, making the dark-furred brute gave a grim laugh. His laugh was cut off suddenly by a force ramming into his side, not hard enough to do any damage but definitely enough to catch his attention. Alastor turned his leering gaze down to the small goat head butting his side, uttering angry bleats as it tried to drive the wolf away. Alastor laughed grabbed the goat's head when it tried to ram him again, slamming its head down into the rocky earth. He pressed down hard on the goat's head, listening to it bleat in panic and try to pull away from the wolf. "Nice try, little one!" Alastor chided, feeling the firmness of the animal's skull start to give, and then with one last extra hard push, he crushed the goat's skull, caving in its brains and turning its face to pulp. Turning his attention back to his wife, Alastor began sauntering casually up to her as she claimed her second kill, the rest of the herd having successfully fled—for now. It was an island, after all. Where were they going to run to?


"Alastor"

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Manea heard some laughter behind her from her husband and had she not been so intent on adding a second kill to their impromptu hunt then she probably would have paused to see what was so humorous, but as it was she was focused on one of the goats that was trying to flee from the two dire wolves. She caught up to it fairly easily with long, graceful strides and caught it by one of its back legs, her powerful jaws immediately biting down till she felt the bone crack and snap under the pressure. She jerked it back with a grin pulling at the corners of her lips, enjoying the pained, panicked bleats for a moment like it struggled against her hold. Soon enough though though she gave a hard swing of her head, throwing the mountain goat into a near by boulder and knocking it unconscious as it's head smacked into the bolder. She gave a dark chuckle as she released it's leg and moved around to press a paw into one of its shoulders to hold it down to the ground while the other hooked around its head to twist it until it was now facing backwards, hearing the bone and tendons snap and killing it almost immediately.

She looked up from her kill then, spotting Alastor sauntering toward her and she gave him a blood-tinted grin in return. She abandoned the dead goats around them for a moment to meet him half way, pressing her lips to his without a word and giving a low, lustful growl. There was very little that immediately got them into the mood for each other than a good hunt and considering how few and far between their time alone was these days she was all too happy to take advantage of it. When her lips parted from his she caught his lip lightly between her teeth and she gave him another grin, saying, "Lets find somewhere to stash these guys for later and then we can see what the island has for us in the way of possible dens."

Manea | Temno | Ciemny

Alastor gave Manea an approving grin and nod when he saw how she mangled her second goat. He'd always loved her ruthlessness and inventive ways when it came to killing, probably because it almost matched his macabre creativity in the art of ending a life. Before he could say a word to her, he was silenced when she claimed his lips with her own, drawing an equally lustful growl from deep within the dire brute's chest. Nothing got him more hot and turned on than killing with his beautiful wife, and it seemed that the sparseness of their intimate alone time was effecting her in much the same way he felt it. They would need to find a way to make more time for one another in amongst their roles as parents, and Alastor mentally committed to making it happen. As for now though, the only thing on the brute's mind was how much time alone he was going to get to enjoy with his mate on the island.

He gave a soft sigh when Manea broke their kiss, groaning under his breath when he felt her sharp teeth catch his lower lip when she pulled away, a silent promise of what sort of mood she was in and what she was planning to do to him. It sent a delightful shudder down Alastor's spine, dark eyes already lighting up with a lecherous fire. "Sounds good to me, my darling. I think we should take a look at a few, you know, to really make sure they suit our needs and to thoroughly test them out." His grin turned sly and widened, knowing she'd understand the implication of his words all too well.

Alastor slid up past Manea, brushing his muscled form against hers just so he could leave a parting nip to her rump right where her fluffy tail connected to her body, then moved on to gather up the goats, slinging a couple over his back. They'd be needing the meat to keep them going at one another, as Alastor anticipated they'd be spending a good bit of alone time here on this trip. He found a small cave in the mountain they were at the base of and deposited their kills inside, scoping it out briefly to see if it would make for a decent den, but it was little more than a small, cool chamber in the rock. Nothing more than storage at best. Stepping back outside, he gave Manea a lusty grin and let his eyes roam over his mate's voluptuous body with a hungry gleam, waving a paw and giving an exaggerated bow to his beloved. "Lead the way, my future alpha."


"Alastor"

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